Olivia

"You're being awfully tender," I murmured, leaning into his touch as his fingers traced lazy patterns across my stomach.

"I can be tender." His lips brushed my shoulder. "When the situation calls for it."

"And this situation calls for it?"

"After fucking you senseless? Yes, I'd say some aftercare is appropriate."

I tilted my head back to look at him. "Aftercare. Listen to you using proper terminology."

"I'm not a complete ...